All of the men didnâ€™t feel easy, even Altair who probably had the most stable personality of the four begun to have second thoughts about the decision to come down the hole. Not that he had much choice but the boy was sure if he had refused, they would have left him behind no questions asked, but he didnâ€™t. Altair was not claustrophobic and he hoped that he was not the only one, since right now was neither the time nor space to find out about your fear of enclosed spaces. The boy was just glad that he was not alone, since it was much easier to travel in a group.
Not long after they had descended the group had arrived at the intersection. Giving their leader the option to choose the direction he wanted them to go, the boy drew his knife and tried to scribe an arrow on both of the walls of the tunnel they came from, pointing towards the exit, at the same time making sure that it was easy to see if they would be in a hurry to leave. Marines might have enjoyed advantages the future technology had brought with it, but Altair wanted to put a safety guard as old the humanity itself, just in case the other methods failed to get them out of this labyrinth.
Replacing his knife, Altair sat down, just as he examined the ground for any signs of tracks these creatures might have left behind. Not that he was good at tracking but it never hurt to try. Finishing on his quick examination of the ground, Altair looked at the motion tracker just as he tried to make out, which way these creatures go, that is if they showed on the screen. Reporting the readings to Morrison, the boy waited for their leader to make a decision.
Pvt. Altair Konterran